Robe

robe

warnings: references to sexual activity, hickeys. this is suggestive stuff, folks.

a/n: inspired by this post by @imagine-svt. hi aeris, i took your prompt and made it suggestive (hope that's okay). i saw aeris's post before sleeping, wrote this on my phone in 10 minutes and boom it's here. taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @husbandhoshi @zurikyo @starlightjoong

"are you naked under that robe, minghao?"

your boyfriend continues his movements, barely sparing you a glance before nodding. you suppose you should be used to him coming up with choreography at all sorts of places by now, but it still surprised you when you walked in on him practicing a new move in front of the mirror, his chest peaking out from underneath the the fluffy bathrobe. you're almost completely certain that he hasn't even noticed the dinner on the table behind him.

the robe swishes as he executes fluid movements, his eyes fixed on his reflection as he tries different angles for a move. you can't help but trace his exposed skin, the small love bites from your previous activities catching your attention.

"i can't believe you're ogling me", he sounds offended, looking at you disapprovingly, "while i'm trying to earn my bread and butter".

"well, if your bread and butter involve you dancing almost naked in hotel rooms, then you're going to get stared at in those rooms", you retort teasingly, "not that i won't support you, if that's what you want".

"thought a lot about me dancing naked, have you?", his voice is steady, but you catch the light flush creeping up his chest.

"and so what if i have?", you arch a brow. remembering your reason for interrupting him, you add, "actually, i'm here to ask if you want dessert".

minghao's eyes stray from your face to slowly go down your body, barely-hidden satisfaction seeping on his face when he takes in the light marks on your neck.

"if you're up for it", he responds, his eyes filled with clear intent.

"i am", you bring the hotel dessert menu from behind your back, "once we're done eating that dinner on the table".

"oh", he turns to see the food, "y-yeah. ofcourse"

"oh, baby", you walk up to him, pecking his pink cheek, "you're so easy".

it’s sunday thank god because you woke up feeling completely hopeless, staying in bed like there’s no safer place to be, not bothered to make breakfast, lunch, or a cup of tea. 

soonyoung always comes over for dinner on sunday nights, and the two of you cook together and watch a childhood movie that’s nearly escaped your memories completely. today, he hasn’t heard anything from you. his morning was hectic, and he checked his phone periodically, but figured you were busy. maybe caught up in something, told himself you saw a friend or went to the market. but by 2:30pm, he’s worried after sending a text nearly an hour ago, having no idea you fell back asleep.

your apartment is so quiet when he arrives. the blinds are closed, and the usual aroma of vanilla and chamomile is missing.

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Museum date with Minghao?🥺

Museum Date

Minghao x gn!reader

Warnings: none :)

I feel like museum dates with Hao would the cutest and softest thing in the world

like you two would just be walking around looking at all the exhibits

if it's an art museum he'd have to stop and look at every. single. one.

but he'd be holding your hand the entire time so it was fine

now

the roles would be switched if it was a field museum (i.e Chicago, Smithsonian)

you'd take the longest time reading all the little plaques for each sculpture, picture, etc...

especially if it was something you studied

eventually Hao would rest his head on top yours, arms around your chest

just hanging on top of you

for lunch he would take you to some hole-in-the-wall place and it would be the best food you've ever eaten

OOOORRR

a cute little museum and coffee date

personally I like this one better

after staying in the museum for HOURS thanks to you two

you'd both go to the cafe down the block and order your favorites

maybe split a pastry

imagine holding hands and sipping coffee as you stroll down the street

for some reason I'm picturing this in the fall or winter which makes it ten times better

cheeks are rosy from the cold

his eyes soften as he feels you curl into him to keep warm

yall I got so soft just thinking about this

✶ seventeen when you take your promise ring off during a fight

ft. performance unit

-> vocal unit | hip hop unit

junhui: he only notices it when you start to walk away. there's a lull in the kitchen, the type of weighted silence that lies thick and suffocating in the air, waiting for someone to make the first move. junhui takes the knife and slices. ("we can talk about it tomorrow," he says.) it gives you both time to be angry about it, sleep it off, then apologize. except, he sees the glint of metal rolling around in your fingers, and your still-empty ring finger when you turn around to leave. junhui has always given you time, given you the space to cool off and talk about it next morning, but he feels if he lets you and the ring go to sleep like that—("your ring," junhui calls quietly, his voice almost fragile with the way he speaks it. he hopes it's just a reminder, not a plea.) the band freezes in your fingers before you silently slip it back on.

soonyoung: he goes quiet. arguments with soonyoung are agitated, barely contained words exchanged like the beginning spark of a lit match; it's never loud, always tense, but soonyoung sees the fidgeting slide of your ring on and off your finger and his match snuffs out. his words trail off into nothing but a wisp of smoke, argument dying with it as he silently walks over to you, a careful yet gentle hand on yours. ("stop." it's the ash that falls from the top of burned incense, the soaking of a matchstick in water.) if you held your breath, you'd notice the slight tremble in his hands before your fingers left your ring and entwined with his instead.

minghao: the second you touch the band on your finger, he stops. ("let's talk about it later," he amends, eyes flickering to your hand before looking up at you as a sort of silent mutual understanding, only to find a hard stubborness in your eyes.) to him, the small gesture is a sign that you need time to cool down, to talk about it civily when the fight isn't so fresh in both your minds; to you, the postponing is something he just says. when is later? when will you talk it over again? when will his words mean something more than just pacifying platitudes? ("no," you declare, firmly planted, metal burning. "we need to talk about this now." you need him to understand this, to understand that it's worth it.) and to him, nothing was worth more than you. so he sits down, and you talk it through, and you apologize.

chan: you see the panic fly through his eyes. the ring has always been a comforting presence to you, grounding you when you need it most. but in the midst of a fight, the metal feels too tight around your finger. you needed to feel the skin beneath it again. chan stops mid-speech the moment he sees you pull it off your finger, alarm in his voice when you move to put it on the table. chan says your name like a fraying thread, as if wide eyes and closing distance were the only things he could do to keep it together, to keep you with him. (he looks between you and the ring, panic barely kept within its confines as chan tries not to spiral. "what...what are you..." is all he can manage to get out, words buzzing as they leave his tongue. you pause, startled, following his shaky gaze to the ring between your fingertips, and you breathe out a single noise. "oh.") you're not, you assure him, metal band warm in your palm. you would never. chan doesn't stop looking at you with trembling eyes until he can slide it on your finger himself.

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soonyoung would give you his sneakers and walk back home wearing your heels if they hurt your feet too much